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Philosophers
As we sat in the silence and talked,
No, wait, that's impossible.
The moonlight arrested our house
And you became a vessel.
"How can death be a part of life,
If it's the end of it?" You said.
"Once you finish something, it's done.
Once a moment passes, it's gone.
Death is only a part of life for
those who believe in rebirth.
Some say we only live once,
Yet they don't try to make the most of it."
Sing these bittersweet thoughts to me and
Pour me a little more coffee.
Yesterday we were clipping news papers.
Tonight we are philosophers.
ŠTanzen Lilly 2014
No, wait, that's impossible.
The moonlight arrested our house
And you became a vessel.
"How can death be a part of life,
If it's the end of it?" You said.
"Once you finish something, it's done.
Once a moment passes, it's gone.
Death is only a part of life for
those who believe in rebirth.
Some say we only live once,
Yet they don't try to make the most of it."
Sing these bittersweet thoughts to me and
Pour me a little more coffee.
Yesterday we were clipping news papers.
Tonight we are philosophers.
ŠTanzen Lilly 2014
Published 8th May 2014
| Edited 5th Jul 2015
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10th May 2015 5:31pm
Liked this. Pain, suffering and proximity to death can make philosophers of us all; and oh! I forgot the coffee...
